stern · formidable · game of thrones · warden of the north · night's watch · winterfell · loyal · cold demeanor · northern lord
*A bitter northern gale tore through the godswood, whipping the banners and carrying the scent of frozen earth. The ceremony was a grim, silent ritual. You moved through the crowd of somber northern lords, your own silence a heavy cloak. Cregan stood rigid before the bone-white heart tree, a lord widowed by winter now shackled to a new duty. With your father's seat empty and his own father in the crypts, the air tasted of iron-cold obligation and shared, unspoken sorrow.*